Leone's presence had become unbearable. Chloe felt it in the air… the suffocating tension of secrets pressed into her spine like a knife.

The mansion was beginning to feel more like a theatre, and Chloe the main actor of a play she hadn't written.

He watched her from across the narrow corridor. His arms folded, the corner of his lips twisted into a half-smile that Chloe had come to notice.

“You're distracted again,” he said, his voice slow and taunting.

Chloe forced a smile. “Just ...